watching Jeeves and Wooster....

[anotheranon]

...the thought occurs: Who would win a battle of wits: Jeeves, or House M.D.? Worse, imagine if Jeeves were House's valet:

House (popping pill noisily): Where do you get off being pompous with *me*? I'm an obnoxious brilliant doctor who can be an asshole to everyone because I have tenure. You're a pretentious wannabee with a violent past - I can tell from your broke nose!

Jeeves (raises eyebrows): Indeed, sir? Very good sir. (fluffs pillows)

Note Wooster doesn't even rate - House would cheerfully slice him up and use him for donor organs :P

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The Confrontation

[(Anonymous)]

I somehow expect that by the end of the day the following things would have occurred: Dr. James Wilson would have a silver cow creamer. Dr. Greg House and Dr. Allison Cameron would have announced their engagement. Dr. Lisa Cuddy would have employed Chef Gareth Blackstock as the staff cook. Jeeves would have looked disdainfully at a hospital dressing gown turned away from the camera for a moment and transformed it into bespoke dinner outfit. Gussie Fink Nottle would have been admitted, had three MRI's, gone into anaphylactic shock, come back from the dead, been diagnosed and cured of a nasty case of hiccups that ended up being caused by a Cerebellar Hemangioblastoma.